I dream a waking dream 

of life and chance and possibility

the confession, the collision, coincidence and curse 

waiting to catch fire, to chance the threads of change

and I dream of you

and you, and you

what was, what is, what might yet be

and I am tempted to mourn

and I lay my head against the bark to watch the sky curl and sway

and all the while I hear fate fall away

what seemed like forever 

may never stay

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in a world of volume, it's not hard to stay quiet

it seems every voice has a thousand secrets to share

and I listen 

and I keep silent

and I learn

and the others learn little about me

and my thoughts, and my dreams

even when they pause to try

I forget my own words to make space for others

it is easier that way

there are too many voices already

I wonder sometimes how many of my own secrets are out there

if something I no longer remember lingers in the mind of another

watching, waiting,

whispering words under shallow breaths

until they dissolve into dust

I would like to know what the world dreams of me, sometimes

but that is selfish and thoughtless

and some things are left better unsaid

perhaps it is better this way 

to hold the words of others, self-contained, tucked away

it is better now to dream

to remain the secret-keeper